Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Float On ❯ Three ( Chapter 3 )

Float On

Summary: Duo is a poor kid from a rough neighborhood, and he's also extremely smart. He has won a scholarship at the prestigious Rockerfeller Academy, but no matter how far away from his old neighborhood he gets the past still won't leave him alone. AU, shonen ai, minor OCs. Please R&R.

Warnings: Rated R for bad and explicit language. It's going to be pretty bad and angsty at parts, but that's good ne?

Pairings: 4x2, and more to be announced.

Disclaimer: Blah, blah, I don't own Gundam Wing. I also don't own the title of this story. It's from a pretty cool Modest Mouse song.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I'm sorry this took so long to post. Blame it on my Chinese and Linguistic professors! Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 3

When they reached the cafeteria they got their food and sat down at one of the long tables. Quatre took a bite of his oatmeal then added a bit more honey. Trowa smiled slightly and took a bite of his french toast. Duo just shoveled a mouthful of eggs into his mouth, took out a pen and some paper and began to write.

"What are you doing?" Quatre asked after he got his oatmeal sweet enough.

"Homwak," Duo replied with his mouth still half full.

Quatre nodded. "I finished all of mine yesterday."

"Of course you did," Duo said and took a big bite of toast.

Quatre blushed slightly and smiled. "I didn't mean it like I was bragging. I was just saying. . . ."

Duo waved his hand in Quatre's face while he drank some orange juice. "Yeah, yeah. I just figured you would have because Kushrenada called you a model student," Duo said and went back to his homework.

Quatre's blush deepened and he looked at Trowa. "Mr. Kushrenada said that?"

Trowa just shrugged and took another bit of his breakfast. "It wouldn't surprise me, Quatre," he said after he finished chewing.

Quatre nodded absently and shrugged. "I guess he was just being nice."

Duo let out a short laugh. "He's not the type to say things he doesn't mean. You're a goody two shoes, face it."

Quatre opened his mouth to argue but shut it when he saw Trowa nod slightly.

"It's not a bad thing," Trowa said evenly. "It just means the faculty respects you."

Quatre nodded and looked at Duo. He was done with his breakfast, and he was still scribbling away at some piece of homework. His bangs were brushing his black and blue eye, and his face shone with fierce concentration. Quatre guessed that Duo would never get pegged as a goody two shoes.

As soon as Quatre finished his last spoonful of oatmeal the bell rang. Duo quickly shoved his homework into his bag, stood up and swung it over his shoulder.

"See ya," he said and began to walk away.

"We can walk with you, Duo," Quatre offered and picked up his own backpack. Trowa did the same.

Duo turned and shook his head. "I can manage," he said and walked away. Trowa and Quatre watched him disappear into the crowd, his braid waving goodbye.

* * *

Duo made it to class without a hitch and only just managed to finish his U.S. history homework before the bell that signaled the beginning of class rang. He smiled to himself and leaned back in his chair as the intercom made the usual morning announcements. After that was finished the teacher, Mr. Reynolds, stood and motioned a student to come to the front of the class.

Duo had never noticed this boy before. He wore the same gray suit and maroon tie that Duo did, and his dark brown hair hung into eyes. He stood there like a doll, his expression completely blank.

"Everyone, this is our new student, Heero Yuy," Mr. Reynolds said.

Heero nodded slightly, his expression still blank. "It's a pleasure," he said clearly, his voice as blank as his face.

"Please," Mr. Reynolds said, "take a seat next to Duo Maxwell, the boy with the long hair."

As the boy walked toward him, Duo scowled. He liked having the seat next to him empty. Heero made no sign the he noticed, in fact he ignored Duo completely and sat down.

Duo glared at the boy and smirked. "Welcome to Rockerfeller Academy."

Heero glanced at him and nodded. "Thank you," he said quietly and pulled out an ibook.

Duo stared as the other boy started up his computer and got it ready to take notes.
"Mommy and daddy buy you that?" he asked bitterly. This may have been one of the reasons Duo was having trouble making any friends. He tended to alienate himself from the majority of the students.

Heero shook his head. "No, I bought it myself. Now will you please be quiet. Class is starting and I need to take some notes."

Duo glared at him for a moment and looked forward defiantly. He really wasn't gonna like this guy.

* * *

By the time lunch swung around Duo was aching even more and very ready to call it a day. He slumped into the cafeteria, grabbed a tray of food and walked outside. He went to his usual, secluded spot and sat under a large oak tree. He had only began eating when Quatre ran up, slightly out of breath.

"Duo, I've been looking all over for you. How come you didn't join Trowa and me in the cafeteria?" he asked.

Duo shrugged. "I didn't know you wanted me to," he said and took a sip of coke.

Quatre smiled sweetly. "Of course we do. I'll just call Trowa and have him join us. Okay?" he said and pulled out a cell phone.

Duo watched him make the phone call and chewed on his food without tasting it.

When Quatre was done he smiled. "He says he'll be here in a few minutes, and he has a surprise."

Duo nodded absently. "You know, where I come from the only people with cell phones are pimps and drug dealers," he said.

Quatre blushed deeply. "I know, it's kinda silly. My sister got if for me before I came to school. I really only use it to call Trowa though."

"So you're not a pimp or a dealer?" Duo asked and smirked. "No, that doesn't suit you at all. Mr. Goody Two Shoes."

Quatre just smiled. "Yeah, I know."

"You know," Duo said still smirking cruelly, "I think I found someone you might like. He's a new guy in my History class. Told me to shut up so he could take notes on his ibook."

"Why would I like him if he told you to shut up." Quatre asked and sounded concerned. "He sounds rude to me."

Duo shrugged as he threw the crust of his bread to some nearby pigeons, glanced up at Quatre, and felt the familiar knot tighten in his stomach. Quatre was standing there with a slight frown fixed on his face, but that's not what disturbed Duo. It was what he saw behind Quatre. Randy and his cronies headed toward them.